Surfing in the desert. Arizona’s only Wave is made of stone, but it’s still gnarly bro.
Mother nature is usually pretty cagey about her creative process. She wants us to believe all the earth’s features are just coincidental products of natural processes.
But she tipped her hand when she made the Wave, just across the Arizona border from Utah. It’s a little too down-the-middle, beauty-wise, with its baroque bands of red, pink, yellow and white Navajo sandstone arcing precipitously up, down and around ancient stone chutes. A little over-designed if she’s trying to maintain an air of indifference.